The Old Theatre

May the everlasting backdrop of wisdom come to your centre stage

May you stand arms outstretched to receive the bounty of applause and roses

May you be near deafened by the whooping and cheering of the Blessed Ones

Their rejoicing in you like a glorious thunder

Them being so pleased with your efforts

Them seeing how you suffer and yet still your eyes not closed to life but open and scanning the street for someone to help.

Their joyous carry on and delight in you raising the roof off the theatre of your life,

Their love for you making the bricks tremble and collapse, 

making rubble of your suffering.

The old theatre literally dissolves under their powerful love.

And then the light comes

The kind of light that takes your breath and brings you to your knees

Oh the light….

It opens out over the rubble turning each broken piece to a jewel

It teases dust particles to dance

Light streaming into you so might see the heaven behind your eyes

Turning the chaos into a glorious cave of preciousness.

And you laugh as you realise that they are you and you are them…


The bricks that love tore down.




Jules Harrington

Jules Harrington

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